I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

If they steal from taxpayers long enough, shoplifting seems normal
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
Anarchist vs. minarchist debate misses the shift to post-statist world
I don’t know how to amuse you into taking your future seriously
That huge fed debt increase? They’ve already used 60 percent of it
Miss. church turns back clock by refusing to marry black couple
Maybe it’s easier to do hard things when nobody says they’re difficult
Will Honduras establish the first modern free city? It’s possible
In bad times, human nature starts looking for some new scapegoats